Chapter 1: Reborn, I’ve Finally Returned!

Chaos and clamor.

Yun Xingcan stood under the spotlight, uncontrollably uttering two words: “Disgusting.”

Then a sharp slap came flying toward him, and the world fell into complete silence.

This was the twelfth time he had returned to this chaotic cocktail party, with all the spotlights focused on him.

The surrounding sounds gradually returned.

Yun Xingcan looked numbly at the man before him, attempting to seek his help for the twelfth time.

Unfortunately, despite exerting all his strength, he couldn’t utter a single word.

In the early hours of the morning, on a winding mountain road.

A silver Maybach sped along the twisted road in the dead of night.

Yun Xingcan sat in the driver’s seat, answering the phone call he had already heard eleven times before the familiar voice, the familiar tone.

“Yun Xingcan, how dare you climb your way up to Meng Chengxiao! How dare Meng Chengxiao like you?! How dare you get everything you want? If you die, will I be able to take your place?”

His slender, pale hands gripped the seatbelt tightly as Yun Xingcan stared blankly at the cliff ahead.

In the same place, he had died eleven times, and this would be his twelfth.

In his previous eleven attempts, he had struggled desperately just to say one thing to Meng Chengxiao: “I’m sorry.”

But in the end, he still ended up reporting to the King of Hell’s Palace.

He was tired and didn’t want to struggle anymore.

The Maybach crashed violently into the highway guardrail, the airbags deployed, and Yun Xingcan closed his eyes, welcoming his twelfth death.

He was wrong. He shouldn’t have agreed to the King of Hell’s offer of rebirth, trapping himself in this endless cycle…

“Hurry! The patient is losing too much blood! Get him to the emergency room!”

Dizziness, shaking, noise.

Yun Xingcan sensed he was on a stretcher, being rushed forward at breakneck speed.

“I… didn’t die?”

The sounds around him were chaotic, yet muffled as if separated by a membrane, making them hard to discern.

Yun Xingcan struggled desperately to open his eyes, to prove he was still alive and had been brought to a hospital.

But his eyelids resisted, heavy as if filled with cement, refusing to open.

The hope of life took root in Yun Xingcan’s heart once more, like a drowning person finally grasping the weeds on the riverbank, fighting with all their might to climb up!

“Ah!”

The bright fluorescent lights exploded before his eyes. Yun Xingcan gasped for air, breathing in the long-lost freshness, and a tear of excitement slid down the corner of his eye.

“I succeeded.”

The cycle of death was officially over. Yun Xingcan had finally achieved his wish for rebirth.

The hospital room was quiet. Yun Xingcan excitedly surveyed his surroundings, though his neck was immobilized, forcing him to strain his eyes to take in the room. His gaze finally settled on the tall figure standing by the window.

“Meng Chengxiao?”

A hoarse voice broke the silence in the room, tinged with uncertainty, pulling the man by the window back to reality.

The tall figure turned around, looking at the fragile person on the bed who seemed as if a gust of wind could scatter him, and strode forward.

“You’re awake? I’ll call the doctor.”

The man turned to leave.

Panic surged in Yun Xingcan’s heart. Anxious, he tried to sit up and stop him. The person he had longed for was right in front of him how could he let him leave so easily?

“I’m sorry.”

The three words he had held back for so long finally escaped his lips, and Yun Xingcan felt as if his entire body had lightened.

Having been reborn too many times, it felt like centuries had passed. If he didn’t seize the moment now, he didn’t know if he would ever get another chance to say those three words.

The man’s fiery red hair stood out starkly against the sterile hospital environment. Pausing mid-step, he immediately launched into sarcasm.

“Sorry? What exactly are you sorry for? You were right I am disgusting.”

Yun Xingcan fell silent. Those words had indeed come from his mouth, leaving him with no defense.

He exhaled slowly, mentally consoling himself that he’d brought this upon himself and had to face the consequences.

Seeing Yun Xingcan remain silent, Meng Chengxiao snorted coldly and strode out of the hospital room.

Outside, facing the crowd of reporters blocking the hospital entrance, Meng Chengxiao waved dismissively at the black-suited bodyguards behind him.

If one were to count precisely, Yun Xingcan and Meng Chengxiao had only known each other for about a year.

Yun Xingcan was merely an obscure D-list celebrity under Meng Chengxiao’s management. Had he not met Meng Chengxiao at that dinner arranged by his former agent, he would never have gotten the chance to latch onto such a powerful patron.

Though originally, his agent had intended to pair him with an old, ugly, bald man.

After successfully attaching himself to Meng Chengxiao – his golden ticket Yun Xingcan’s management had been taken over by Meng Chengxiao personally.

While not particularly hands-on, Meng Chengxiao certainly delivered resources pouring them generously toward Yun Xingcan, who absolutely adored him for it.

But the good times didn’t last.

Unexpectedly, Lin Ming the very friend who had suggested he pursue President Meng as his patron had grown jealous and tampered with his car, causing him to plunge off a cliff.

He blamed himself for misjudging people. Why hadn’t he thought to read Lin Ming’s fortune earlier to uncover his treacherous nature?

Perhaps this disaster was simply fated. But now he had been reborn! Everything would get better.

Yun Xingcan clenched his fist determinedly. A second chance at life wasn’t easy to come by! He must cling tightly to his golden patron!

He would lock down Meng Chengxiao’s support for good!

Lying in the hospital bed, Yun Xingcan could only move his eyes, his body completely swathed in bandages.

According to the auntie caring for him, Meng Chengxiao had found him halfway down the mountain, caught on a thick horizontally-growing tree that had saved him from certain death.

Having died eleven times already, Yun Xingcan thought that if he’d known giving up would work, he wouldn’t have struggled so hard initially.

He had tried countless methods to jump from the car, but the speed was too great. By the time he managed to leap out, he was already following the car over the cliff.

Who would have thought that approaching death with resignation would actually allow him to survive?

As a celebrity, Yun Xingcan had always lingered in semi-obscurity. Though he’d recently come under Meng Chengxiao’s wing and received abundant resources, he still hadn’t achieved overnight fame.

Online, apart from about ten thousand zombie followers, he attracted little attention.

This incident, however, had blown up across Weibo.

Not his fall from the cliff, but rather the scene of him calling Meng Chengxiao, CEO of This Evening Media, “disgusting” in front of numerous distinguished high-society figures.

Meng Chengxiao was notorious for his playboy lifestyle, terrible temper, and authoritarian rule.

For a minor celebrity dependent on him to publicly insult his own boss no one could tolerate that.

Especially someone like Meng Chengxiao, who had occupied positions of power since youth and was accustomed to universal deference.

A video had surfaced.

It showed Yun Xingcan gazing with utter disgust at the man across from him, slowly uttering the word “disgusting.”

Though the footage was blurry and brief, it provided ample fodder for gossip-hungry netizens.

The video instantly trended on hot searches, only to be removed the next second, disappearing entirely.

Self-proclaimed insiders began leaking that Yun Xingcan was Meng Chengxiao’s kept canary.

Unexpectedly, the canary had developed genuine feelings, leading to this transgressive behavior.
This is utterly unprofessional!

The online uproar was fierce, but Yun Xingcan himself was unaware of it. His mind was completely occupied with how to win back Meng Chengxiao how could he spare the energy for anything else?

Since that day, Meng Chengxiao had never shown up before him again.

Yun Xingcan didn’t feel particularly sad about it. He figured Meng Chengxiao was still angry with him. As long as the contract hadn’t been torn up, their relationship remained intact.

Meanwhile, Meng Chengxiao was busy cleaning up the mess left by the very person who kept thinking of him.